Short Sill Poems
Short Sill Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sill by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sill by length and keyword.
A coin spins once
on the warm windowsill~
thin ring of light,
quick shimmer,
a brief bright circle
trying to stay
in the day
a little longer.
jay lounges on sill
grasping worms for morn's breakfast---
trilled choir forgotten
Bird themed haiku for Tania Kitchin
7/27/2018
his hands
upon her wndow sill
a climbing jasmine
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a climbing jasmine
his hands upon
her window sill
Damn the window sill
It's never needed
It's filled with arze
most times impeded
And rubbed for dust
in times gone fleeted
For lost time served
in sense depleted
Falling From Window Sill
Fire at Will who was an imbecile;
Tell us about overture fitting bill;
Music moron,
Soon was gone;
Trump broke neck falling from window sill.
Jim Horn
Thrill Seen On Window Sill
Many ways we can measure a thrill,
And you may see it on window sill;
Have felt within,
Again and again,
Until had been buried under the hill.
Jim Horn
window sill to my heart
an ocean view to my soul
a glimpse into my serenity
as my heart beats the waves roll
as they crash onto the beach
warm and gentle breeze to lull me to sleep
a simple guiltless pleasure
to sample life's little treasures
Window sill cracked and old,
in need of repair, time has not
been kind to you.
Many years of looking
out the window I should
have taken better care of you.
Today I will scrape the old paint
from your surface, make a trip
to the paint store and give
you back the respect you deserve.
Form:
spring
my vase is ready
on the broad window sill~
spring rains bring beauties
summer
my vase overflows
on the broad window sill~
sunlight warms petals
autumn
my vase stands silent
on the broad window sill~
leaves drift down like thoughts
winter
my vase gathers dust
on the broad window sill~
snowlight fills the room
light breaks across my window sill
golden rays of early morning sun
filtered by the window’s pane
a symbol, another day has come
i gaze out across my window sill
watch the play of two young squirrels
hear the songs morning birds sing
feel the warmth upon my face
i linger in front of my window sill
staring at the green of the woods
and dream of passing this day
here, at my window sill
Hospital Sill
"On the sill today
the sun's pure white.
Usually it's gold,"
says Nell, propped
in a smock,
all frills,
sipping tea
turning cold
as she braids
white ram
horns of hair
high and tight
to the sides
of her skull.
"On the gold days
like this I warm
my hands for hours
at a time on this sill.
"Yesterday,
the doctor said
someone should
paint me.
A still life
that's what he said."
Donal Mahoney
Bury me under the tree
Just mentally, so you can forget
Easily where exactly
I lie, and what tree is that
Plant me like I’m a seed
Put me into the pot
I’ll be a pepper, or an orchid
Just anything what you want
It’s nice on the window sill
I don’t have to talk or wait
So it’s not with me you will
Speak about something great
Those who don’t know about me
Would listen, and make their remarks
As silent as heaven, I’ll be
When it turns from blue into dark.